Issei Suda - Ginza, Chuo-ku, Tokyo (from the series: ‘Human Memory’ (‘Ningen no Kioku’)), 1984
Issei Suda - Ginza, Chuo-ku, Tokyo (from the series: ‘Human Memory’ (‘Ningen no Kioku’)), 1984
François-Nicolas Martinet: Chinese gold fish, before 1780.
From “Histoire naturelle des dorades de la Chine”, published in Paris in 1780.
During the Tang Dynasty (618–907), it was popular to raise carp in ornamental ponds and water-gardens. A natural genetic mutation produced gold (actually yellowish orange) rather than silver coloration. People began to breed the gold variety instead of the silver variety, keeping them in ponds or other bodies of water. On special occasions at which guests were expected they would be moved to a much smaller container for display.
By the Song Dynasty (960–1279), the domestication of goldfish was firmly established. In 1162, the empress ordered the construction of a pond to collect the red and gold variety. By this time, people outside the imperial family were forbidden to keep goldfish of the gold (yellow) variety, yellow being the imperial color. This is probably the reason why there are more orange goldfish than yellow goldfish, even though the latter are genetically easier to breed.
During the Ming Dynasty (1368-1644), goldfish also began to be raised indoors, which led to the selection for mutations that would not be able to survive in ponds. The occurrence of other colors (apart from red and gold) was first recorded in 1276.
In 1611, goldfish were introduced to Portugal and from there to other parts of Europe. During the 1620s, goldfish were highly regarded in southern Europe because of their metallic scales, and symbolized good luck and fortune. It became tradition for married men to give their wives a goldfish on their one-year anniversary, as a symbol for the prosperous years to come. This tradition quickly died, as goldfish became more available, losing their status.
Today I realized, honestly, I’m never going to be able to get along with most people. I’m always going to have to just put up with being mostly alone, around most people, most of the time, except for the few strange ones like me. I mean I realized it before, but I thought things had changed, because I was older. [Sitting at a dinner with my family, and friends for my sisters’ college graduation I had the strange feeling that limiting the conversation to TV shows, wasn’t going to cut it. How can I suddenly talk about philosophy, or something strange and discursive or wandering. I’ll never have what they all have together, a common way of speaking. I’d prefer to break out and talk about some art or poetry, or just about magical possibilities or imagination—instead..
It always seems like they getting upset when you do something chill, that bothers them not at all, but they don’t like for some reason.
Eclipsed
Sangram Majumdar
Oil on linen; 78 x 90 in.
2009
Spring Bouquet (1866) by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1841–1919).
Fogg Art MuseumCambridge, Massachusetts via Wikimedia.
Iwao Akiyama born 1921 - Woman
おんな 秋山巌 1969年
Lucian Freud, Two Plants (1977-80) at the Tate.